Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Theme: 30 Kisses # 3 - Jolt!
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: suggestions and hints to foreplay
Notes: Random scene, random drabble. I think the ending sucks so I apologize ahead of time. R&R please?
"Oh yeah? Bring it on!"
A grunt and a leather boot grinding into the dirt before the scarred brunette took off, flying off towards his opponent.
"That's right, keep coming," came the voice, tinged with excitement behind a feral grin.
Gunblade raised and deadly, arms ready to bring the weapon down in a diagonal strike, but before he could make impact, steel-knuckled gloves caught him in the solar plexus, and the gunblade specialist slumped over the crouched blonde, who took care to aim another carefully placed uppercut square into his jaw. One more punch, and the brunette ended up sprawled on the floor, his weapon spinning out of his grasp and landing beyond his reach.
"Damn it..." came the defeated reply, slamming the back of his head into the dirt floor beneath.
Jogging over, the boy named Zell Dincht crouched down by his side and grinned.
"I win," he said triumphantly.
"......" came the reply from the injured brunette, eyes closed and lips tight.
"Okay okay, I'll heal you now," the blonde sighed and plopped down into sitting position. Curative magic formed at his fingertips as he worked over his friend, showering him with what seemed like a flowing stream of green sparkles and mist.
A few moments later, a heavy sigh and shudder left the body, and Squall Leonhart's eyes fluttered open.
"Thanks..." he said, raising a gloved hand to his forehead.
"No problem, the least I could do after KO'ing you," mused the martial artist.
Zell tried to get up, but he fell flat on his butt again.
It was Squall's turn to grin this time.
"Ow... think I need to heal myself too," he chuckled and raised his hands to cast Cure on himself, only to find Squall's hands on his arms.
"Let me," he spoke softly, and his firm gaze stilled the blonde. The sitting boy closed his eyes and waited for the curative magic to set in, but instead, found hands unbuckling his belt.
"Hey what--" he started but was cut off abruptly when Squall roughly pushed him onto his back and smothered his lips with his own. A jolt of lightning flashed across his eyes when his head collided with the hard dirt ground underneath, which was soon replaced with a hot flash as his cheeks blushed crimson. Zell was all too aware of the leatherbound body crushing him, and not to mention the moist lips that covered his.
A moment later, Squall stopped suddenly and rolled off Zell to a sitting position. He rubbed his head as if he had a rising headache while Zell just laid next to him, silent as well and staring blankly upwards, huffing and puffing.
"Wh... wha..." the bewildered boy stammered but couldn't find the words to say anything. Another moment of silence passed between them before Squall took his hand away from his head.
"Sorry..." He tried to find an excuse for his actions, but found that he couldn't say anything. "I didn't mean to do that," was all that he could come up with.
Silence again. Then Zell erupted.
"Yeah you SHOULD be sorry! You can't just do that and then pull away!"
Ignoring his aching body, Zell sat up and squared himself up with Squall. He grabbed the brunette's head, and this time, he initiated the kiss. The two remained like that, kissing each other fervently and tasting each other's mouths, with Zell's hands massaging through Squall's hair. A minute later, they broke apart, gasping for air and weary.
An awkward silence settled in again, and Squall found his eyes fixated on Zell's unbuckled belt. The blonde found his gaze and quirked an eyebrow. Of all the times he had wished Squall would notice him, this was not the way he would've imagined it.
"Can I ask you something?" one whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Can you move?"
"Yeah, well I tried earlier until..."
Silence washed over the two again.
"Sorry..." Squall mumbled under his breath.
"Wha.. no, no I was just... surprised.. is all..." Zell stuttered. What am I saying? More than surprised, I was... happy for a moment there? "I think we should head back..."
As the words left Zell's mouth, Squall felt a sour taste in his own. Something went very wrong, but he didn't know what.
"Thanks for the sparring session..." the word thanks seemed so foreign to him that he shuddered while saying it.
"Ah.. the pleasure was mine," Zell said, trying to chuckle, only find something heavy lodged in his throat.
Squall headed off first, and Zell quickly followed after buckling his belt. The two walked quietly back to their dormitory, Zell's unhealed wounds forgotten for the time being. When they approached Squall's room to split ways, the brunette suddenly grasped the other boy's arm, causing him to flinch.
"Let me at least heal you first," Squall managed to say.
"My room's just over there, Squall," Zell smiled, but he couldn't look at him.
"Fine."
"Wait! I mean, unless you want to... uh..." Zell's voice trailed off along with his thought patterns. Exactly what was he trying to say?
The wait seemed insanely long, and Squall finally gave up. Gunblade dropped and forgotten, and with a terrible shove, he slammed the shorter boy into his door. Zell winced noticeably, but Squall didn't pay him any mind as they were locked mouth to mouth and clinging to one another. Fumbling through the kiss, Squall managed to enter the correct keycode at his door, and the two tumbled into his room as he turned the handle. Kicking the door close behind them, Zell pushed Squall towards the bed, never once breaking their kiss. It was amazing how well Zell knew the inside of Squall's room, even though he had never given it a second thought before.
The boys crashed onto Squall's impeccably made bed, disturbing the otherwise very neat room. Gloves discarded, desperately clawing at each other's clothes, Zell's chest was bared first, and as they rolled over, Squall's crushing weight made the injuries very hard to ignore.
"Stop, stop," Zell twisted his head out of Squall's reach. "You're hurting me."
"Right..." Squall snapped back to reality, sat up between Zell's legs, and prepared to work curative magic over the boy.
It was then that someone started rapping loudly on the door.
"Hey, hey Squall are you in there? Are you all right? What's the commotion? Your gunblade is outside the door," came the female voice.
Frozen in their actions, it was Zell who paled. How awkward it would be if Rinoa tested the doorknob and found that it was open? Being pinned underneath Squall, wounded, and hands in all the wrong places? Squall must have been thinking the same exact thing, but he broke the reverie quicker by responding.
"Nothing, I'll get it myself. Give me a minute first," he said monotonously, as if nothing happened.
"Okay... if you say so," piped Rinoa's cheerful voice. "Or I can just come in--"
"I'm busy," he cut in.
"Oh... Well when you're free then, just come by my room, I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay," Squall responded, eyes transfixed on the door. Zell stared at Squall, mind racing with the same phrase over and over again, please let her go away, please...
When her soft footsteps pattered away down the hall, Squall and Zell finally inhaled, the brunette collapsing on top of Zell anew, eliciting a painful squeak from the blonde.
"Sorry, I meant to heal you..." Squall sat up again, calling forth the stock of curative magic in the back of his mind.
"Hey Squall, I know you're busy and all but..." the voice froze mid-sentence, having walked into the room unwelcomed.
Just when they had let their guard down, Rinoa had entered the room without them noticing. Unfortunately now, the situation was a little alarming. Squall sitting right up against Zell's widespread legs, Zell's chest in clear view, and Squall's clothes disheveled, along with his hair.
"What... what the.... HELL IS THIS?" Rinoa blurted out, and the boys both groaned simultaneously. This was going to be bad.
"..." came Squall's brilliant reply.
"I... I don't... wait, this has got to be a nightmare. This isn't happening." Hands holding Squall's gunblade, she hefted the weapon up and down, as if to test her sense of touch. "I'm going to.. go now," she said quietly after a moment's silence. She turned her back to the occupants of the room and whispered, "If this didn't happen, you'll be in my room in the next minute. Squall."
She dropped Lionheart on the floor with a heavy thud, then walked noiselessly out of the room, not bothering to shut the door behind her.
Zell raised an arm to shield his face. This was too embarrassing for words, and he wasn't sure what the hell was going on either. Everything was happening too fast, and he didn't know just how long Squall would sit there, pressed up against his semi-hard erection. Just as he was thinking about it, Squall slowly lifted himself from the bed and headed towards the door. Zell didn't know whether to be upset or not, but a bunch of knots started knitting across his chest, constricting his breathing. Who knows, maybe it really was all a dream like Rinoa said, maybe he was just burying his desires too deep and they suddenly surfaced like a train wreck. Wait, what desires?
Arm still covering his eyes, the martial artist's sensitive hearing heard the door lock and close softly, and he thought, well this is it. Squall's going over to Rinoa's room and that's the end of that escapade. He nearly jumped when he heard Squall's voice mumble a curative spell over him, but he remained still for the full effect of the curaga. The taller boy sat down a moment later with a heavy sigh, and Zell uncovered his face, staring at Squall's profile.
"Uh, hey baby, shouldn't you be going over to Rinoa's room?" Even though he was the one who said it, it hurt like hell although his body was fully recovered now.
Squall didn't reply but just sat there with his head in his hands.
As much as he wanted to tell Squall to stay, he spoke otherwise. "Look, I don't know what just happened, but I don't want you to regret..." his voice trailed off.
"No."
No? No what?
"I've put this off for long enough..." Squall turned towards the other boy's puzzled expression.
"I don't get it..." Zell blinked up at him. Was he dreaming? Well of course he was dreaming, this can't be real.
"Do you understand this?" and with that said, the brunette planted a soft kiss on Zell's lips. It was nothing like what they had shared earlier, but it was sweet, and said more than Squall could ever voice. He only hoped it was obvious enough. A kiss is as obvious as it gets, right?
"I... Are, are you SURE sure about this?" Zell uttered in disbelief.
"... Forget it." Now Squall was hurt. He had misjudged his friend, pressed on too quickly, only to be rejected.
"No no NO I didn't say that!!!" Zell sprang up and encircled Squall's shoulders in a strong embrace. Squall stiffened, bristled. "I just... I just wanted you to be sure too, because.. because I am." he said in a barely audible whisper. The suddenness of everything brought to him a realization of what he had been avoiding all along. He loved Squall, and a strange calm settled in him as the figure began to relax in his arms.
"You... really?" Relief resounded in the way the words escaped his lips.
"Un... you better believe it, baby."
"...... What do you think I should do about Rinoa?"
He didn't like that she was being brought into the conversation when he was enjoying the moment so much. "If you're serious about me, then tell her." Arms slid around his waist, gripping his back, and he felt Squall nuzzle into his neckline.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," Zell nuzzled back.
"Do you think this is too fast?" The question hung in the air for a second.
"Like you said, I've put this off for long enough too," the blonde replied, tighening his embrace.
Nothing else needed to be said. Not a sound was uttered between them. For now, all they could do was hold each other.